MYSTERIES
then thoughts followed by questions,
outside thrash men go about their noisy labor
and a broken heart does not mend
life continues with its lights and darks
a new year approaches, holds a mystery,
waiting
for all,
angels may walk about this city
and faceless memories come and smile and leave,
what will be will be it is said
taking a sip of the water of an early morning daydream.
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